Lord Shenxiu
Chapter 364: Sect Visitors (1600 words added, asking for monthly passes)

Chapter 364: Chapter 364: Sect Visitors (1600 words added, asking for monthly passes)

Fufeng Protectorate.

Su Family Manor.

Months had passed, and the festive atmosphere of the New Year had long since vanished.

Only the peach talismans above each household’s doors remained somewhat fresh, retaining a hint of the holiday spirit.

Most farmers, seizing the moment of the New Year, had hastily gone to till the land, silently praying for favorable weather and for the imperial court not to impose additional taxes.

At this moment, high in the sky, two streaks of escaping light suddenly appeared.

This light, pure in color and clear without dispersing, was clearly the true inheritance of the Xuanmen Orthodox, not at all in the same vein as those Loose Cultivators who commanded black winds and toxic fog.

The two streaks of light left Fufeng City and hovered above Su Family Manor, and after a while, they came to a halt, revealing two Daoists.

One of them had his hair knotted into three buns, donned a blue Daoist robe, and wore boots of the ten directions.

The other was dressed as a Daoist nun, with rosy cheeks, almond-shaped eyes, and a gaze that suggested a unique charm.

"Senior Brother, it seems that this Su Disciple is not within his family estate," said the Daoist nun, her eyes seemingly filled with Divine Light as they scanned the village below, smiling sweetly.

She was an Inner Sect Disciple of Supreme Dragon and Tiger Sect named Chen Wenji, who had come with her Senior Brother Yi Zhisong on a sect mission, with a decree from their order.

Unfortunately, upon first arriving in Fufeng City, they were warmly received by Yan Beiling, the Protector of Fufeng, but they had no idea where Su Daoshi had gone.

It was said that he had shown his face months ago and then disappeared without a trace.

The two Inner Sect Disciples had no choice but to come to Su Family Manor, only to find it was a futile effort.

"Ah... This Su Disciple is really shrewd..." Yi Zhisong sneered. "He was constantly clamoring to recognize his ancestral roots, but as soon as Elder Jiu Ru exposed the flaws in his foundation, he immediately vanished... Perhaps he wishes to avoid hard labor."

"Though being an Outer Door Steward is toilsome, many in the sect envy such a public role," sighed Chen Wenji faintly. "I actually think this Su Disciple understands when to advance and retreat quite well."

She was also from the line of transmission and held a certain fondness for the disciple of Long Hezi.

"But fate is fate, and since this year, with the old emperor’s change to the ’Chengtian’ era, certain intentions have become crystal clear... Carrying heaven’s mandate, hehe... And with the emergence of the six paths of the Demon Sect, it is indeed a time of slaughter..." Yi Zhisong chuckled. "Although Su Daoshi has no hope for the Primordial Pill, his Divine Power is truly exceptional, having even cultivated the Nine Pure Celestial Lights—making him an excellent candidate for a Dao General. With the sect’s decree at hand, after grieving for so long, it’s time for him to emerge and face life and death for the sect..."

Chen Wenji had no words to respond.

First-class Divine Power, Nine Pure Celestial Lights... If his foundation had been flawless, he would have surely been carefully nurtured as a True Inheritor by the transmission lineage.

He wouldn’t have been relegated to the role of a Dao General, constantly toiling and beset with dangers.

Even the most talented disciples couldn’t withstand such tribulation.

But Su Daoshi’s foundation was already ruined, personally confirmed by Master Jiu Ru. Yet, his Divine Power was capable of dominating among Divine Power Realm Cultivators, truly a Dao General and protector’s talent!

The transmission lineage could not overprotect him, however.

"Is the Junior Sister feeling pity?" Yi Zhisong asked with a smile.

"It is not for the person that I feel pity, but for that first-grade Divine Power... Even within the three sects of our Daoist orders, those who can cultivate first-grade Divine Power are few, and at this time, within the true inheritors of the Supreme Dragon and Tiger Sect, there are none who have cultivated the Nine Pure Celestial Lights," Chen Wenji answered calmly.

Within the Supreme Dragon and Tiger Sect, first-grade Divine Power was not limited to the Nine Pure Celestial Lights alone.

For example, the Twelve Yuan Chen Universe Divine Light cultivated by Zhang Taiyi was an exceptional first-grade Divine Power, and there were several other first-grade Divine Power inheritances.

However, such Divine Powers were not options for ordinary Outer or Inner Sect Disciples, instead, they were typically single-line transmissions, guarded with the utmost caution.

One could say that it was by monopolizing these Divine Power inheritances that the families and gatekeepers within those sects gradually rose to power.

For disciples without a background, the "Dragon Tiger Pill Book" was all they could hope to access.

Therefore, Su Daoshi could be said to be the idol and hope of every grassroots disciple in the various sects.

But unfortunately... the genius had fallen, and hope had been shattered!

"This is also a lesson. Who let Su Daoshi be greedy, tainting his own foundation?" Yi Zhisong didn’t know whether it was jealousy or regret, "Such a lesson should serve as a warning for the disciples who come after."

"Junior Brother Su just didn’t have the guidance of a mentor, a direct and earnest instruction. As a result, a grave mistake was made, one that cannot be undone..." Chen Wenji shook her head.

"Enough idle talk... What should we do now?" Yi Zhisong frowned and asked, "Su Daoshi has disappeared without a trace; are we supposed to just wait for him, several years if he’s gone into seclusion?"

"There’s nothing that can be done about this. Elder Brother Sima Shu left a talisman, but there’s been no response to it now..."

Chen Wenji also felt somewhat at a loss.

"Hmph... The sect is in dire need of people right now. If he disappears for a year or even half a year, I will report it and accuse him of the crime of negligence and desertion!"

Yi Zhisong snorted coldly, "I see his blood relatives in the Su Family Manor below us. Go down and ask, and all will be clear."

No sooner had his words fallen than he reached out to grab something.

In the void, the vital energy of heaven and earth converged, forming a giant hand that reached down toward a location in the Su Family Manor.

He, Yi Zhisong, was an Immortal Master; he wouldn’t stoop to question them himself, always accustomed to such overbearing behavior.

Chen Wenji watched this scene but frowned and said, "Junior Brother Su is still an officer in the sect after all, and even possesses mana and Divine Power which are not inferior to yours or mine..."

This was her subtle way of advising caution.

In truth, among a hundred Divine Power Disciples of the Supreme Dragon and Tiger Sect, there might not even be one who could condense a Primordial Pill.

And those who had cultivated First-class Divine Power were almost invariably reserves for the True Inheritors of the major sects.

Su Daoshi’s Divine Power was likely even superior to theirs.

Even Chen Wenji herself didn’t think she or Elder Brother Yi Zhisong had much hope of condensing a Primordial Pill.

The only consolation was that it was slightly better than having no hope at all, and that was all.

According to her own preference, Chen Wenji would prefer not to become an enemy of Su Daoshi and even take the opportunity to befriend him.

However, Yi Zhisong came from a branch of the Zhang Family and, although he didn’t carry the surname Zhang, which meant he could only ever occupy the lower levels and fringes of the family, he was excessively proud.

Inside the sect was one thing, but once outside, how many times did such a temperament multiply?

"Ah!"

The vital energy hand fell, and there was a commotion in the Su Family Manor, yet they were powerless to resist.

After all, Yi Zhisong was an Inner Sect Disciple of the Dragon Tiger Sect, a legitimate Divine Power Practitioner.

It wasn’t just that there was no Divine Power Practitioner in the Su Family Manor at the moment; even if there were a few like the White Bone Scholar, it would be nothing but a death sentence.

At least Yi Zhisong was not from the Demon Sect. He hadn’t killed anyone, just snatched up a girl.

This girl was young, dressed in a bright red coat with her hair tied in buns with red ribbons, her big eyes wide as if scared to the point of crying.

"Let me do it."

With resignation, Chen Wenji pulled the girl over and began to comfort her with a soft voice.

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